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I bet you didn't know Daisy Adair could play the piano, did you?

... well, her mun didn't either, and had to check a couple of canon resources to be sure.

But, lo and behold, Daisy Adair can play the piano, and is currently doing so!

To Ben Folds' 'Lullabye.'

Goodnight, goodnight,
Sweet baby
The world has more for you
Than it seems
Goodnight, goodnight
Let the moonlight take the lid
Off your dreams

We took a small flight
In the middle of the night
From one tiny place
To another
And my parents they remain
At the shack with Lorraine
And my aunt and my grandpa
And brother ...

She's very fond of the song -- even has her eyes closed as she plays it.

So you'd probably scare her to death (again) if you poked her.

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"What the shit are you doing here?" Comes a very familiar, very shocked voice from behind her.

"We walked past the tarmac, and boarded the craft -- oh, hello, Georgia!"

Daisy just grins, turning around to face her.

"I'd no idea you were here, actually. Place just popped up one day."

Goddamnit.

"What do you mean you just popped up?" It's a bit angry.

"Apparently," Daisy sounds a smidgen more puzzled now, "the same thing has happened to everyone else I've spoken to, so I figured that was the normal way to do it. Another memo I missed, then?"

She hasn't stopped smiling.

It has proven to be the only way of dealing with George.

George looks grumpy. But then George always looks grumpy.

She sighs, defeated, and sits down next to Daisy.

And that's when it hits her. She looks at Daisy with panic. "Does Rube know about this?"

"... I certainly hope not. I'd get yelled at for slacking and, further, for slacking in the company of several interesting -- living -- men."

Daisy shares the panic quite openly.

"So if he asks, well, we've been at home. I was trying to get to Der Waffle Haus anyway, isn't like it's my fault."

She looks over.

"Wait a minute," she points at Daisy's face. "What is that?"

"A facial expression?" She smiles. "Or perhaps the hatching of a plan. You know, just in case the whole 'time stopping' thing I've been hearing about doesn't actually work -- how long have you been here, anyway, Georgia dear?"

"We're...not talking about me," clearly deflecting. "What kind of plan?"

"Funny, I think I just was talking about you -- but if you insist." Daisy shakes her head. "The kind where ... hmm. That candy shop reap insisted on changing his location of death and going for a terribly long hike into oblivion, and by the time I found him, I'd run out of cash and had to walk home."

She says this whole thing with a straight face.

Because Rube will so believe that.

She makes a "yeah, right" face.

"Daisy, how often does you walking home ever happen?"

"Less often than Rube thinks, that's for sure. But I don't need to mention it, do I? If you think he might ask, I can add in a few young men with flat tires, gas leaks, et cetera."

She waves her hand in the air.

"Somehow I don't think he'll ask, though."

"I hope you're right. I really don't want him coming here."

"-- are you hiding something, Georgia?"

Daisy at least thinks she is catching on.

"No!" She says it a little too quickly and with too much defence. She tries to play it cool and reasonable with this one. "I just like to...get away, is all."

"All right, I won't say another word." Daisy makes the universal lip-zipping motion. "But you know I am good at keeping secrets. If anything might come to mind, that is."

Dryly:

"I thought you were good at blowjobs?"

"Can't tell a secret with your mouth full, can you, Georgia?"

Daisy's smile turns impish.

"I'm sure Mason would love to help you with that." She smiles her sarcastic smile. It's a little genuine, though.

"Shh! Georgia," Daisy whispers sharply, "there's a producer's assistant here who's taken a shine to me."

"So he'll be helping you then?"

Innocently, "I'm working on it."

She simply rolls her eyes.

"I need coffee."

"I'll buy, if you want."

More quietly: "Last reap -- the candy shop guy? He left his register open."

She nods approvingly. "Score. In that case I'll have an espresso. My last reap? Fat guy was killed by a can of Spaghetti Ohs."